Hot Bed

The bed is on fire; the windows are closed
I lay awake for hours,
A thought of you never gets old
A downer for tonight, I'll take some more of those
And I'll fall asleep dreaming,
I'll meet you back home

The plot never thickens,
But the drama always unfolds
I've lost another week, month, and year's nights on whiskey and smoke
So now I'll go home and spend another night with her wed,
But I'd rather spend my time alone with you in my hot bed

When sleep is another ambien,
I loose count of how many days it's been,
So why not just rest for a while longer?

First love is like heroin,
The first high never comes back again,
I always want more,
And I need it right quick

Now the plot dosen't thicken
but the drama always unfolds
I've lost nights to those nights we spent on those roads
So now I'll go home and spend another night with her wed,
Just know I'd rather spend my time alone with you in my hot bed